1 CHAPTER ONE: EVERY BEGINNING HAS AN END.

The heat had finally come to Salem, I suppose it got everyone up early on a Sunday morning. Through my bedroom window I couldn't see the people leaving the house angry with that inexplicable phenomenon, although I couldn't see them I laughed when imagining that scene.

For my fortunio I enjoyed a splendid view of the forest, with thousands of trees and rivers around me. I don't do it so far from others, but sometimes I believed i was so far away to think that they didn't even know of my existence, moreover, being raised in such a vague environment of fun was distressing... Even so I liked that place that made me feel so much peace and luckily there was something that watered me from that solitude.

Still lying on the bed I removed the blanket that was on me and even with the window open I was sweating like a horse. I got up from the bed on tiptoe so as not to make the old planks creak with my steps, slowly went towards my chest where I left all my clothes, from there, I removed the first one I saw, a very common white dress, gently removed my sweater and put on that dress and with a lot of cunning i chickened out the window of my room and started running.

Already a little far from my house I was still running among the trees. The wind ran through my body and my huge blonde hair, occasionally my amber eyes were tired with the clarity that went straight into them, yet I kept running to get where I wanted.

After running to one of my lungs stop I reached Naomi who was sitting at a white table with a tea served waiting for me, when I saw her I crouched down and stood with my hands firmly on my knees trying to get the air back, then a few minutes I lifted my head and looked at Naomi who was shaking the cup as if the tea was a delight and, as i was always sure it was.  I quickly went towards him, to enjoy that formidable tea.

- Finally, I thought you weren't coming to have a drink with me today - Naomi said, enjoying the tea gently.

A cool wind ran through Naomi's long brown hair, causing her beauty to be revealed to the trees and animals before us. Even though I was all sweaty and out of the way, I joined Naomi.

- I'm sorry I'm late, I woke up late because of the heat - I spoke while serving myself with a lot of delicacy and class.

- At least she managed to sleep this morning, stayed up all night - Naomi dropped the cup on the table and changed her expression suddenly, getting darker - I do not accept such melancholy and archaic movement.

I dropped the cup on the table and with a anguished heart I was thinking of those who would disembody, in my opinion because of unreal actions.

-  And what can we do? - I asked with a little fear that my question had been ininmane, but somehow I knew it was the truth so I continued – Even if we could help these poor people, do you really think that someone besides us would support this foundation?

First Naomi looked at me infuriated, but then she smiled and continued to have her tea.

- Why didn't you question me? - I asked quite puzzled.

His green eyes looked directly at mine. Your gaze attributed to me quiet ness and fear while waiting for your answer.

- I can't deny that it's right - your look has returned to your cup of tea - let's be realistic, if we both make a ramming in the village because of women called witches, the next ones to be burned at the stake will be the two of us.

Naomi was correct, the next ones to be judged and consumed by the flames of the campfire would be the two of us if we dare to go against those unfounded actions.

Sometimes people frighten me with their acts, a sample of this is a neighbor, a friend or even the family itself to attend the inopportune execution of their son or daughter.  However in a few moments we are brilliant,  able to create innovative things and able to convey unexplained emotions and this always leads me to question:- How not to cherish and abominate people?

Naomi and I were almost done consuming that sweet tea, until I heard the sound of the bell echoing through the forest causing all the birds to fly away leaving the whole environment crammed with my and Naomi's restlessness.

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